Rhyme Pressure

In hell I inhale the hate you dispel, My breath is to my word, exhale is to speak I, Never weak but sleek and cheek like leather, and never will you weather How I, the better man will flip your compensation In delegation to the revolution, now I Malcolm… I become in daylight, broad The X I relish on your façade, so set aside desire and aspire to my level If not peril under lucid elixir of rhyme pressure